The Invisible Plethora

There’s a million moments in the day. So many moments that there is absolutely no way that you can observe, notice, or appreciate all of them.

How about the moment that you shift your weight in bed to roll over and just as you’re rolling over there is a second where the sun grazes your eyelashes and for a moment your vision is bathed in light?

 That is just one moment.

The next million moments happen. They take place in much the same way. They happen while we are looking for something else to happen. 

Way to go Hilary. You told us something we already knew. We are utterly obsessed with the destination. Another cliche, Hilary? really?

Well what if I told you that the destination isn’t in fact the destination? What if I told you that there are a million destinations in each of your days? 

The waking breath to start the day? Destination 1. 

You have just breathed into your body the invisible element that enables you to sit up and set your feet on the floor for a mere moment of peace before the hurried avalanche of moments that brings you closer to having passed by another million moments for the few that we pick out of our lives. 

We pick moments. But we don’t just pick moments. See, we desire moments but here we are nonetheless just passing them by. Beggars can’t be choosers. 

Seriously? STOP WITH THE CLICHES ALREADY. 

No. I won’t stop with the cliches already. 

Instead of rolling your eyes and picking and choosing your moments and deciding that the moment that I took to say the cliche wasn’t worth the memory, grow from it. 

Do you know where I am coming from with these cliches? No. You don’t. You never asked. 

I’d be extremely surprised if even one of you has made it this far without wondering what the heck the point of all this is. Of course I mean this in the grandest scheme as well as the most minute, like this page. 

My moments have become limited. 

Where you wake up and your vision is bathed in light and then 30 minutes later you try to stop internally screaming at the inane drivers all around you and 30 minutes after that you are being greeted by associates at work and have the opportunity to take in every moment that you are working as a moment that is working towards another moment. 

That is the point. Your day is full of moments leading to moments leading to moments. You have plethora of moments. 

It’s okay that you pass them by. Wait, no it isn’t. What I mean is that it’s normal. It’s normal to not understand how much you have. 

But that is the human experience. We don’t know what it means to breathe until we are drowning. 

We mistake a misstep for a complete failure. 

We breeze by all of the moments, annoyed that the moments we want haven’t come yet. 

I was almost never satisfied. I always felt like a failure. I didn’t know that I was passing by my moments at breakneck speed looking for other moments, because the moments that I had seen weren’t what I wanted. 

Now my waking moments hardly build to much. My moments have been stolen. I have moments. But they don’t build to anything. 

My moments are random. 

My independence has been taken from me. My stubbornness has been wrenched from my hands. Pain has laid hold of my hands and now my hands are learning how, in their brokenness and pain, to take hold of the moments I do have. 

As one who took those building moments for granted; driving to work, working, stressing about working, learning, growing, building the moments upon one another, and missing the incredible adventure of building those moments and having them to look back on and know that I would have others; knowing that there was hope in these building moments even if in the moments I didn’t feel it. 

Breathe. Suck air in, breathe it out. 

Enjoy your moments.  

Sincerely Yours, 

The Undefeated